Monday, November 15, 2010

True Story Tuesday - Full Circle

Howdy y'all! True Story Tuesday was a Big Fat Maybe this week, due to the storm that is wreaking havoc on our electricity. I won't bore you with the litany of descriptives that escaped Mr. Daddy's mouth after the wind knocked out his THIRD attempt to write this week's installment. But here we are!

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Anybody else out there in bloggy land blessed with a four year old, that has a alligator mouth that overrides his hummingbird a$$ a fair amount of the time?

We were on our way home from the Red Store (Fred Meyer) so named by Itty Bit, cause of the big red letters on the front of the building. And of course true to a four year old's true sense of timing and his mini bladder, we are about half way home when I hear from the back seat, "I gotta go PeePee...."

As it so happens, we needed to fill up the tank with gas; so I wheeled into the station, and while Rach was filling the tank, I took Itty Bit in to empty his...

Upon entering the store, which is filled with all kinds of goodies, and a McDonald's and a Subway; of course the urge to purge, was suddenly over taken with the need to feed.

After convincing him that the McNuggets and Fries would keep until he had taken care of the urgent business at hand, we headed back to the bathrooms...

There was a younger guy (about 20 or so) just ahead of us, as we got into the bathroom. The sinks were on the right and then three urinals all in a row against the wall - with the low one for the little guys on the very end.

As fate would have it, the other gentleman headed straight back for the low one. I was just going to divert Itty Bit to the other side of the room that had the stalls with the toilets in them, when Itty Bit stopped short in his tracks, squared his little shoulders and shouted...

HEY, that's my potty!!!

The young guy looked over at us with a guilty look and said, "O I'm sorry",
zipped up his pants and moved over to the manly sized urinals with slightly red face and guilty look....

Itty Bit strutted over to his pint sized one, dropped his pants down around his knees, and whizzed with the big kid.

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Rach in: This story actually made a man laugh until he cried at Mr. Daddy's work today. Of course, I didn't know whether to be proud or slink off an hide...

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Too cute. He went straight to the point and the other 'kid' was suitably embarrassed!

Mrs Mom - during my last bout of potty training, I was on vacation with my crew of 4 (single, at the time). We had stopped for lunch and said child made the proverbial announcement. I asked older brother if he would escort, and both boys left their seats - in opposite directions - older brother towards bathroom, younger towards the front door. Yep, we had taught the tire trick as encouragement earlier in the day, when out in the middle of nowhere. Now, that was the mandate. The girls were always jealous, too.Juanita